_Lid._ There is a Frier that came along with me, His business to deliver you a Letter From dead _Clarange_: You shall hear his Testimonie. Father, my reverend Father, look upon him, Such holy men are Authors of no Fables. _Enter_ Clarange, _(with a Letter writ out) and Frier_. _Oli._ They should not be, their lives and their opinions, Like brightest purest flames should still burn upwards, To me Sir? [_delivers the Letter._ _Clar._ If you are the fair _Olinda_-- _Frier._ I do not like these cross points. _Clar._ Give me leave, I am nearest to my self. What I have plotted Shall be pursu'd: you must not over-rule me. _Oli_ Do you put the first hand to your own undoing? Play to betray your game? Mark but this letter. Lady I am come to claim your noble promise, [_Reads._ If you be Mistris of your word, ye are mine, I am last return'd: your riddle is dissolv'd, And I attend your faith. Your humble servant _Clarange_. Is this the Frier that saw him dead? _Lid._ 'Tis he. _Clarange_ on my life: I am defeated: Such reverend habits juggle? my true sorrow For a false friend not worth a tear derided? _Fri._ You have abus'd my trust. _Oli._ It is not well, nor like a Gentleman. _Clar._ All stratagems In love, and that the sharpest war, are lawfull, By your example I did change my habit, Caught you in your own toyle, and triumph in it, And what by policy's got, I will maintain With valour, no _Lisander_ shall come in again to fetch you off. _Lid._ His honour'd name Pronounc'd by such a treacherous tongue is tainted, Maintain thy treason with thy sword? With what Contempt I hear it! in a Wilderness I durst encounter it, and would, but that In my retired hours, not counterfeited As thy religious shape was, I have learn'd When Justice may determine such a cause, And of such weight as this fair Lady is, Must not be put to fortune, I appeal Unto the King, and he whose wisedom knows To do his subjects right in their estates, As graciously with judgement will determine In points of honour. _Oli._ I'le steer the same course with you. _Clar._ I'le stand the tryal. _Fri._ What have you done? or what intend you? _Cla._ Ask not; I'le come off with honour. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Beronte, Clarinda, Malfort, _a Bar set forth,_ _Officers._ _Ber._ Be constant in your proofs: should you shrink back now, Your life must answer it, nor am I safe. My honour being engag'd to make that good Which you affirm.